The wedding march filled the church, drawing every gaze to the entrance. Two tiny flower girls glided down the aisle, scattering delicate white rose petals across the crimson carpet. Following them came the breathtaking bride in a champagne princess gown, her arm linked with that of a man whose presence commanded the room—tall, elegant, and undeniably powerful.

Andrew had never known fear in his life. Not until a year ago, when he first met Elroy Woods, Johari’s father. The man was intimidating